it's just one of those
tragic love-stories

and you find yourself
struggling
to move forward
struggling
to move anywhere at all

and you keep wondering where you will find
the motivation, the will, to live your life

knowing that you'll never be
complete again,
knowing that you never will
stop missing him


and how do you escape from the pain
when it's inside every inch of you,
overwhelmingly,
continuously
stealing your breath

it should have been your year,
your world,
your love,
your life
that made it through it all

you we're gonna make it together




...but you didn't even make it to 18...